On the banks of the Wangchuan River, we gaze into each other’s eyes as ripples shimmer.
Beside the flowers of the Other Shore, we walk side by side until our hair turns white.
Beneath the Three Lives Stone, we clasp hands and carve our heartfelt memories.
Atop the Ninefold Mountain, beneath the moon, we vow our love runs deep.
At the head of the Naihe Bridge, we look back again and again, unable to say goodbye.
Before the Mirror of Reincarnation, we long to meet again and continue our bond.
By the shores of West Lake, the music of flutes and zithers is too beautiful. Atop Kunlun Mountain, fate is hard to defy.
In the ancient town of Floating Life, we forget our hearts and lose our memories. Beneath the Demon-Sealing Platform, I ask, “Who are you?”
The undersea Kunlun is bitterly cold; we do not meet at the Three Lives Bridge.
That night, lovers became enemies. From then on, forgetting the heart meant forgetting the heart.
By the Heart-Forgetting Tree, like Fusang, yet without a heart. For you, I would abandon the Three Realms, even if it meant forsaking all living beings.
I’ll suffer your heavenly tribulation, bear your mortal burdens, let my soul shatter for you, and wait for you in Wangchuan.
